Remembered Grace
Each day I’m raked and bellowed back to life, summoned by another's voice - angel or demon, I can no longer tell.
This day, this damp bed I have made for myself, these sunny curtains dulled by dust still recount their yellow joy.
No flowers cheer my blackened hearth where fire is choking in the grate. The world outside my window cannot lift this month of dying hours.
Yet every Tuesday by the clock, some ember in my heart ignites each time I see your lovely face, faithful as you walk my path. Your touch is gentle on the gate, your eyes aglow with kindness, and remembered grace.
Each day I’m raked and bellowed back to life, summoned by another's voice - angel or demon, I can no longer tell.
This day, this damp bed I have made for myself, these sunny curtains dulled by dust still recount their yellow joy.
No flowers cheer my blackened hearth where fire is choking in the grate. The world outside my window cannot lift this month of dying hours.
Yet every Tuesday by the clock, some ember in my heart ignites each time I see your lovely face, faithful as you walk my path. Your touch is gentle on the gate, your eyes aglow with kindness, and remembered grace.
Each day I’m raked and bellowed back to life, summoned by another's voice - angel or demon, I can no longer tell.
This day, this damp bed I have made for myself, these sunny curtains dulled by dust still recount their yellow joy.
No flowers cheer my blackened hearth where fire is choking in the grate. The world outside my window cannot lift this month of dying hours.
Yet every Tuesday by the clock, some ember in my heart ignites each time I see your lovely face, faithful as you walk my path. Your touch is gentle on the gate, your eyes aglow with kindness, and remembered grace.
Remembered Grace
Acrylic on paper
5” x 4” (excl. frame)
Original Artwork - signed, mounted and framed
I used to care for a person suffering from addiction. I visited every week for many years, trying to bring cheer to the ever-growing gloom. They fought hard against it, and I remember being struck by their endurance, and the incredible strength of their human spirit.
It seems that even when a person is unable to honour the body, the spirit still recognizes itself in the presence of kindness.
This piece is for those who understand despair, and still rise bravely to confront each morning with courage and hope.
I created this landscape using acrylic on paper, first using my finger to create the soft clouds, then working with energetic brush strokes for the hillside. Later, I added pieces of collage.
“Remembered Grace” started off as a much larger artwork, however I wanted the house to be the main focus, so I cropped the finished size substantially. The house now stands in centre stage, perched like a messenger in silhouette against the leaden sky.
The end result is a tiny window onto a stormy scene, isolated and remote, and yet intimate and familiar.